{A?N: Hey gentile readerz,,I am apologetic for the last chapter haveing no an from me so you dont get to into the hole creative process you know? I like to know that the riteres is going on in the wirter head you know? There was some kind of error that stopped me from uploading A?N on the last ch; guys is this SOPA? But alas. Immortal love is finishing up a thousand thank yous from my dripping heart for you guys there will be only 10 chapters after this one and then it is finish while i work on some of my other fanworks. you guys have been a barrell of rejuvinating liquer in a mothstorm of life. I have really groan as an arthur from these. Stay tune for the finale. (its in two parts like twilight) all will be revealed lol XD}

ive been to every one of your parties watching from that tree like a bat

The darkness of the evening was platable to the one known as MR DRACY. ALthough he was having knives thrust towards himself by one of the MR Wixkham he pleasantly ingratiated himself to the evening.

Georgiann wwas with him and their glimmering was dazzling.

Spitting ancient and unseemly cruft, MR witcham slashed downward a knife-laden appendage. His aim was to stab. and though the preternatural speed, MR DARCY got stabbed. MR WICHam was quicker still.

"i dont think you realize what youve done to me" examined MRDARCY

Exhuming his tears once more in a tragic bout of melancholy, the oil of his visage subsumed.

"then you better explain it" examined witch-ham in verbal return. And then under his, vocal chords pitched for those supernatural ears alone: "youve... transformed"
Midnight tears mixed with darker blood as the wound in the abdomen of MR DARCY convulsed and disappeared to be replaced with his fulsome handsomeness of COLIN FIRTH!

It was his grandeur that was rich and terrible but his personality remained the bitter shell of one whose popularity was merely the result of cosmetic enhancement. "you were perfect; you still are" drooled whicholm shirvleing into insignificance next to the irradiance of the animal majesty before him. They moved toward each other in a timeless dance, the resounding party forgotten in their momentum. "I never thought of you as a dancer" firthed their lips to each other each syllable marked by the passage of saliva. It was the knife-hand of MR wiccan that was the first to rise and leave a descending crimson scar, a vibrant tongue of dragon flame, on the ivory cheekbone. a more caressing hand came next, sinking deep into the cocktail of experimental beauty products which concealed a raging tumult of testosterone or MR DARCYs skin.
"you have my handprint on your face." were the words whcih spoke wikam only cheapening the act. "are you in a lot of pain?"
MR DARCYies flesh tinted vampyrically as he rose to his firth splendour and bestowed upon the lesser mortal a few chioce syllables "i feel... awful"
"me... too"
"do... you want me to stay with you?"
"well, we have a two day supply of red jello" calculated mrdarcy by vampiric precession "after that...BLOOD" he intoned, firthshadowing ominously.
Colour returned to the world, if pale ardour is a color, as mr wigwam excepted the terns of their agreement. Taken in by the firthsome old bat mr wickhand. "your grace overwhelms me" he said shoked that he was undone.

The partygoers were dead but at the revelation of Firth?DARCY they came to rapt attention.
Mr Bingley was no longer comatose and rose languidly to confront wickham who had replaced him. "oh there will always be ample room at Pemperlee for you MRDarcy," grated the Bingee-trifle lapping up to the hem of MRColin Darcys suspenders. WICKAM shouted mr darcy warningleee in apprehension of the ensuing clusterfirth.

A flash of luscious lightning washed over the scene and revealed the Bennets, although this time there were more than just the daughters. The patriarch of the Bennet clan was not a vampire but was instead a rotund jiggly man sporting mustaches of the utmost pomposity. "how happy for you, MR BINDELY to possess a talent for flattering with such...soppiness."
He reverbed, emoting with his firtharms acting as if he were milking a cosmic cow. Then to his daughters he licked out a few semantics. "If none of you marry MR DARCY, I shall never see you again, and i shall never see you again if you dont"

"OH MR BENNET" MR DARCY trilled the full seduction of his eyebrows upturned in his direction, its noble beams tearing through bodice and modesty on its glamorous path to fruition. It was time for him to choose a suitable spouse: the numerous comely daughters he beheld, the oblate, dangerously obese patriarch, the ensanguinated ELizabth, the whip-smart and unbosomed MRWITHHAM, or the bulbous, slightly inchoate, vegetable fillet of handsome: MR BITLY, or the pig.

{A?N:VOte for your favourite pairing in the comments guys I may take your criticisms for heart if your appeal for a particular matching is moving enough}}}